He had never been to a sushi train. The plates calmly moving by his seat at the counter made him wonder why he had waited so long to try this. Each passing carefully crafted mound of rice and fish, ginger, brought an increased depth of desire. A creep of nervousness took over, but he was prepared to bat it down nonetheless. He took a breath, stood on his stool, and leapt onto the conveyor. Soon - and quickly - ALL of the sushi would be his.